Womb Of Vital Confinement (In Dying Arms)

Look at what we have become Fuck you, you fucking slave something we cant manifest Slave, fucking slave. You're a mother fucking slave You see us as the antagonist? must you feel insecure? The walls that you once hibernated to for security have now become your asylum of captivity. You're not the same can you feel me now? can you feed off my words fucking slave?